I try to live righteous, it’s like I can’t achieve it.
The sin inside of me is the worst of all diseases.
Thirty below freezing. Broken and missing pieces.
I’m becoming whole and it’s only because of Jesus.
Y’all knew what I would say before I said it.
Raw and authentic, this is how we altered my genetics.
The curse came from Adam; I inherited death.
So I’m a nightmare walking when I’m wearing my flesh.
It’s definite the deficit will be the death of us.
All sin: hate it equally. There is no prejudice.
Medicine for the sick. Confess your infection and get
claims by the blood of the lamb. True perfection is Him.
And Him alone. On the throne. The risen king received the wrath
that was due for me I’m saved and set free by the cross.
Bloody massacre: the maximum punishment possible.
It’s not a popular topic; I’m talking about the gospel y’all.
From the song Death In Me (featuring Theory Hazit and Odd Thomas) by Braille
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